Chapter 10

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Sorry if this chapter is full of errors. I need to proofread it. So please bare with me. I'll check for errors soon. Hope you all like the chapter!!!

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I bit my lip as I slowly approached Zeke and sat down next to him. "I would tell you its okay, but its not." I told him. "All I can do for you is console you."

I went to put my arm around him, but he quickly grabbed me and brought my close to him. He wrapped his arms around my frame and squeezed me into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of my neck. "It's my fault they got shot." he mumbled against my skin.

I brought my hands up and began rubbing circles on his back. "You didn't know." I assured him.

When we pulled away, I stared at his face. His eyes were red as well as his nose and a single tear rolled down his cheek. I cupped his cheeks with my small hands and wiped away the tear with the pad of my thumb. I flashed him a weak smile which he returned immediately.

His hands went up to mine and he removed them from his face. "Thank you." he whispered.

I waved him off. "No problem."

We sat there in silence. The only light source was the light from my phone. Everywhere around us was pitch black. Most of those girls in this school who crush on Zeke would most likely be thinking that it is romantic being here with him. Well we are sitting on a dirty floor in the girl's bathroom during a lock down.

I'm terrified even though I'm not showing it. I guess I'm not as scared as I was before. I don't know if it's because I have company or if it's because I know that I'll be alright.

I picked up my phone and unlocked it. I went over to my text messages and clicked on Calla's name. I silently prayed as I typed her a message, hoping that it would send without failing.

The notification saying 'message failed to send' popped up and I let out a frustrated groan. Sending it a second time, I stared at the screen, watching the blue bar slowly move across the screen and stopping with a little space left. Why does there have to be rooms with bad reception?

My eyes widened in surprise when the word 'delivered' popped up underneath my text.

Me: R u okay?

The little speech bubble appeared on the screen, letting me know that Calla was okay.

Calla: OMG! I was worried sick. I'm fine now that I know ur alive. I'm hiding in a little corner in the classroom along with a few other students. One of the shooters came in a shot almost the whole class, including our teacher. I don't know how me and the rest survived. I guess we were in a good hiding place

A breath of relieve flowed out of me. My eyes watered as I silently thanked the Lord for keeping my friend safe. Although many others in that class got shot, I'm glad she didn't because I don't know what I would of done if she got hurt or killed.

Me: Shit! Did u get hurt? Who all is still alive in there?

Calla: Me and a some of Zeke's friends :/

I turned to Zeke. "Your friends are alive." I informed him with a half smile. His head shot up and he looked at me.

"Really?" he asked with relief in his voice.

I nodded. "Yeah. My friend Calla is stuck in her classroom with them. Apparently one of the shooters broke into the room and shot almost everyone and the teacher. They managed to survive, which is kind of strange considering the fact that our friends didn't get shot."

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